Nianyang said, "Uncle Luo, although you have heart disease, the specific complications might not be caused by it. Since no hospital dares to treat you, it shows the condition is very urgent. Even the slightest hope is worth a try. The biggest taboo in treatnt is the patient’s poor mindset. If you give up on yourself, even an Immortal can’t help you."
Nianyang recalled sothing she heard in her past life: a cancer patient went for treatnt, and due to the doctor mixing up the results, thought they didn’t have the disease. They continued living happily, and six months later when re-evaluated, the cancer had actually disappeared. Of course, this doesn’t an you shouldn’t treat an illness and rely solely on a good mood; instead, it emphasizes that being sick is common, and the key is the patient maintaining a positive mindset, firmly believing they can recover, which makes treatnt more effective.
Nianyang’s words struck a chord with Luo Song; he knew he was seriously ill and at the end of his rope. Since other hospitals wouldn’t take him, and Nianyang was willing to treat him, why not give it a shot? He needed to give himself a chance to survive.
Even a faint hope is better than waiting for despair. He didn’t want to resign himself to fate!
"Alright, let have a look. Anyway, the worst case is just death!" Luo Song said with a smile, reaching out his hand to Nianyang.
While taking his pulse, Nianyang also used her clairvoyance, discovering that Luo Song’s pulse was deep and long, his internal organs were weakened, his blood and energy pathways blocked, and toxins were distributed throughout his organs—a sign of chronic poisoning.
Moreover, she calculated the ti of the toxin’s distribution, which was exactly three months ago, administered in small daily doses until the fourth or fifth month when the victim would die.
"Girl, did you see anything?" Seeing Nianyang’s serious expression, Luo Song was piqued with curiosity.
He initially thought Nianyang, as a novice in Chinese dicine, just wanted to use him for practice—after all, Chinese dicine is difficult and kids wouldn’t have the skill.
But seeing her professional deanor now, he thought this girl might have so ability.
Bai Jing and Duan Tianhong were still present. Since Nianyang suspected them as the culprits, she naturally wouldn’t speak the truth now.
"Uncle Luo, your complications are complex, but not hopeless. I happened to read about a cure in a dical book; taking my prescribed dicine for two days should roughly alleviate it."
Nianyang said this for Bai Jing and Duan Tianhong to hear. If they weren’t the ones who poisoned, they would definitely be happy; otherwise, they would be frightened.
Although she was sure those two bastards were causing trouble, she must confirm it first.
Sure enough, Bai Jing and Duan Tianhong paled when they heard there was a cure. Duan Tianhong was the first to jump out and say, "Nonsense, you don’t even have instrunts and can claim a cure just by feeling the pulse? You’re not taking Uncle Luo’s life seriously!"
"Exactly, I said that Chinese dicine is just bluffing. How can you treat illnesses just by feeling the pulse? Uncle Luo, don’t listen to her. Your heart disease requires specific prescriptions from the Doctor. How can you randomly take Chinese dicine?"
Bai Jing followed up, seemingly concerned for Luo Song’s safety, but Nianyang saw fear in her eyes.
Nianyang was convinced.
"Don’t talk nonsense. Nianyang is my friend; she wouldn’t harm my father. If she says she can cure him, it must be true!" Luo Lanzhen defended Nianyang, more delighted than anything. Could Nianyang really cure her father? Regardless, she had to try!
Trying gives hope; not trying leads only to a dead end.
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